“Yale, you need to stop behaving like a spoiled rich boy! Ryan can’t accept you hitting him. If the police come, show remorse and have a better attitude. But don’t be afraid — I’ll make sure you’re fine.”
The one who hit me was Ryan and yet she wanted me to apologize. It was completely upside-down.
If she was going to be unjust, then don’t blame me for being heartless. I wound up my arm and owned the charge. In a few moments I slapped Ryan a dozen times.
“First, I’m not her brother — I’m her boyfriend! Second, I don’t only beat trashy women, I beat homewreckers too!”
Ryan’s pale face swelled quickly; blood streamed from his nose. His legs went weak from dizziness and he could hardly stand.
Yumi’s reflexes were fast. She scooped him into her arms and the worry and tenderness in her eyes were plain to see. "Ryan, are you okay?"
She looked up and yelled at me, "Yale! Are you crazy? I already told you he's my dining buddy! I'll handle everything, so why did you have to hit him? Apologize to Ryan!"
Apologize? She was about to get me thrown in jail and expected me to apologize?
"In your dreams!"